I Will Never Forget
by MorbidxAngel
Summary: Part 3 of the I Know What You Did... Trilogy. Chris Jericho has quit wrestling and become a recluse all because of John Cena. Will Cena ever be caught? Will Chris and John have a final confrontation? //COMPLETE\\
1. Chapter 1

**I feel really sad that this trilogy is coming to an end. I loved writing this and I'm really happy that some of you enjoyed this too. It makes writing so much easier when I know that people actually like it. **

**I hope you enjoy this as much as you've enjoyed the other two.**

**Chapter 1**

Once again Chris was laid out on his couch. The room was lit only by the flickering colours of the television screen. The sounds it gave were that of the latest teen sensation of MTV. The apartment smelled of stale cigarettes, sweat and aftershave.

Since the deaths of the TNA wrestlers and his girlfriend, Emily, and the second disappearance of John Cena, Chris's entire world had changed. He'd got out of the wrestling business, being in it made him and easy target for John. He hand left the home he had shared with Emily and had moved into a small, cheap apartment in Florida. He barely ever left his apartment. The only time he ever left it was to go to the ATM, go shopping for groceries or to buy cigarettes. He had taken up smoking to ease his boredom. Once a month he would go and visit Emily's grave; he'd get a cab and go to the cemetery where she was buried and sit for hours talking to her, or he would just sit and stare at the words upon her headstone.

He was back to being poor, destitute and alone. Except he wasn't poor, he was a millionaire. And this time he had chosen to live this way, the only reason for this, was John.

John. The word echoed through his head like a child's voice in a cave. Repeating over and over again, decreasing steadily until it eventually faded out. The problem was sometimes it didn't, it would grew louder with every waking second. This brought on painful images back to Chris, replaying like a movie in his brain.

John the performer. He was once a brilliant wrestler. Throwing himself and other people around the ring, fuelled by adrenaline prompted by the screaming fans. He had been a natural.

John the friend. He would give Chris advice and cheer him up in times of woe when something happened. John's smile could always cheer Chris up no matter what was going on.

John the killer. John the murderer. John the psychopath. Chris was forever scarred with three images of the **other** side of John. There was the image of John stood over him the first time round, telling him that it was all his fault; a look of pure hatred embedded deep within his eyes. The image of John stood in Chris's room, second's after he had ended Dustin Rhodes' existence; a cruel, callous smirk upon his beautiful face. The final image of John was the look on his face after he had ripped Chris's heart apart.

John the lover. There were too many images of this John to count. Chris had never loved or been loved like that before. Happiness knew no boundaries, bliss had no walls, ecstasy had no barriers. There was never an unhappy moment with this John. John's voice could make Chris's heart skip a beat as it whispered into his impatient ears. The feel of John's touch upon his flesh could make Chris's entire being burn with pleasure, as if a naked flame had 

been placed within his body. Yes, John knew exactly how to touch Chris, he had the power to make Chris go weak at the knees and tingle with desire. He'd never had such good sex or orgasmed as hard as he had with his first and only male partner, not even Emily had been able to make him feel that good. He had felt safe and loved in John's arms and he could still feel them wrapped around him.

Chris allowed his mind to go into overdrive and was hit with every conceivable memory, as if a wave was washing over him. His head let him feel the touch and emotions that he hadn't experienced in almost three years. He could feel hands caressing his arms, the touch powder light. His lips burned red hot with anticipation as he felt John's tongue dance over them. His lips reddened and swelled with excitement as John brought his mouth down to Chris's. They kissed, Chris arching his back to force himself further into John's lips, hungrily wanting more. John sucked gently on Chris's bottom lip teasing him, making Chris arch is back more so that he could feel John against both lips.

Chris's body jolted as a foreign noise entered his fantasies, yanking his unwilling mind back into the cruel reality that was life. The noise came again as Chris struggled to quell his stiffness so he could answer the door. He pulled the door open, concealing his dying erection behind it. A young Hispanic guy stood holding a carrier bag in his hand.

"Hey, Mr Irvine, that'll be 12.90," the guy held out the bag to the man he served every week.

"Keep the change," Chris muttered, handing the guy a twenty dollar bill and taking the carrier from him.

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Chris now sat, still staring at MTV, but now with a full stomach. In front of him lay the remains of greasy, overcooked rice and chicken in something that barely qualified as a sauce. He swigged the final mouthful of beer and rose from the couch he had occupied for most of the day. Clicking off the television, he made his way to his room. He stripped himself of his trousers and tee shirt, leaving him in nothing but white boxers. Taking a seat on the edge of his bed, he rested his head on his hands and stared at the floor. After a time he looked up and took hold of his beloved guitar.

_You turned on so easily  
I'm sad to see you go  
At least now I know  
That I've gotta keep moving  
You're living off my sweat  
Moving  
The devil's on my back  
And these are days that I've dreamed about__  
But you're always there to remind me  
That you're my  
Enemy  
All that we had  
Has gone away  
There are times  
That fade away  
But you'll still be mine  
Enemy_

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The song used is Enemy by Fozzy

Next chapter will be up tomorrow afternoon (GMT)

_Angel  
_xxx


	2. Chapter 2

**Sorry about this chapter being up a little later than normal, I didn't have enough time to type it out last night, so I had to do it when I came in from work.**

**Chapter 2**

The following morning Chris rose and showered as always. Now he was stood fresh from the shower, staring at his foggy reflection in the bathroom mirror. His skin was slick with slowly evaporating water, his hair dripped wet and a crisp white towel covered his bare essentials.

He started at his refection with scrutinising eyes. He'd changed quite a bit. His hair was a torrid mess of simple brown; no toxic substance altered its colour any longer. Chris's attention moved to his left arm. A thin, raised line of flesh; a scar as a result of the knife slash inflicted by Cena. The centre of his chest also held a scar from where the edge of the knife that had killed Dustin Rhodes had pierced Chris's own flesh. Returning his eyes back to his reflection, he stared into his own eyes and was hit with memories.

The day he and Emily had got together. That had been a wonderful day. They had travelled to London with TNA. They had had a day off from doing signings so they had decided to go and check out the London Eye. It was amazing how romantic London looked for so high up at dusk. They always say that Paris is the most romantic city in the world, but in Chris's mind it'll always be London.

Becoming WWE Undisputed Champion. The highlight of his career. Beating The Rock and Stone Cold on the same night. It was truly amazing. Of course he wished he hadn't been as cocky as he was, but that's why the fan's loved to hate him.

John. The sexual tension between them had been incredible. Every time Chris and John were in the ring together, every touch made Chris turn to Jell-O. One time, John had Chris in a hold and he had kissed his cheek before throwing Chris to the ground. Another night in a restaurant, John had needed to go to the bathroom and he had to squeeze past Chris to get out of the booth. Their bodies had been so close; Chris could smell John and feel his heat. Not being able to touch him had been torture.

They had had to do a backstage interview together, the thing was, Chris and John hadn't been able to stop touching each other, not that anyone had noticed. As Chris drove them back to the hotel, they were arguing over something pointless. In annoyance, Chris pulled over so they could settle it. As they talked Chris made his move. He moved his head forward, meeting John's lips with his own in a quick and frenzied kiss. He pulled away and found John staring back at him. In one motion both men had reached out for one another, pulling themselves close. Chris slid his tongue between John's lips, John meeting it with his own. The kiss soon ended and without a word, Chris drove them back to the hotel.

Upon arrival to the hotel, both men went to John's room. As Chris closed the door, he'd found himself being pushed against it. John's lips had closed around Chris's bottom lip, gently sucking on it. With the amount of passion they'd had between them, they'd found 

themselves pulling each other's clothes off, not quite sure what they were doing but doing it nonetheless. Afterwards they'd laid in each other's arms. John's arm protectively around Chris's shoulders, Chris's finger's dancing on John's clammy, tanned stomach. That night they'd made excuses not to go out with the rest of the superstars. John had told them that he didn't feel too good and Chris had said that he would stay and keep John company. They'd gone out for something too eat and too discuss what was going on. Their meal got cut short though, as they headed up to Chris's room and replayed the night's earlier events. John had to sneak back to his room so that they didn't get caught.

They had continued like that for a while until one night, things changed. They'd spent the night together, as always, and John was sleeping in Chris's arms. Chris sat and watched John sleep so peacefully, he'd looked even more beautiful than usual. 'I love you, John.' The words slipped out into the quiet of the night as Chris's lover slept on. When they both woke later, John's first words had been 'I love you too, Chris.' They just stared at each other before kissing with even more passion that ever before. They made a decision to tell only those close to them because they believed that love couldn't be hidden. The others had been pretty fine with it, but a little freaked. They were not freaked out by the homosexuality but by the fact that two of their closest friends had homosexual tendencies towards each other. After that everything had been perfect. Until the camera guy had caught them.

Chris sat down on the edge of the bath, his head in his hands. His temples pounded as his mind raged and his tears flowed, burning his eyes. Knowing what he needed, he stood but it was too quickly. Chris suffered a head rush making him sit back down, but he missed the bath and hit the floor, scraping his back on the side of the bath as he landed. Wincing from pain and discomfort, Chris took hold of the sink and pulled himself to his feet. Carefully he pulled open the medicine cabinet, pulling put two pill containers. Opening them both he put some pills into the palm of his hand. He took two aspirin to cure his headache and some Prozac to make him feel better. He took another look at himself in the mirror and then made his way to his room using the wall for support.

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The next chapter will be up tomorrow, as always.

Thanks to my reviewers: Tina, Mosvie 2K8 and Animal Luvr 4 Life.


	3. Chapter 3

**Chapter 3**

Once in his room Chris dressed in jeans and a tee shirt. He put the chain around his neck that had Emily's ring on it; it was a ring that Undertaker had given her when she turned twenty-one; he'd had her name engraved on it.

Chris looked around his room. It wasn't untidy; he kept the place as clean as he could. He wasn't as obsessively compulsive as he used to be, after the amount of psychological damage he'd suffered, things like that just weren't important anymore.

Chris made his way into the kitchen so he could get some breakfast. He searched the cupboards for something to eat and found some Pop Tarts. He put them in the toaster and prepared himself some coffee. He returned to the living room and clicked on MTV. The daily news was on and some guy was introducing himself.

"... and welcome to Daily Edition on November 9th 2008," the guy smiled

Chris laughed out loud. "Happy Birthday, Chris. Happy thirty-eighth fucking Birthday." He'd managed to successfully forget his own Birthday. Again, he laughed out loud at his inadequacies.

A noise alerted him that his Pop Tarts were ready, so Chris returned to the kitchen to make breakfast. He got his Pop Tarts, managing to burn his hands as he retrieved them. Chris poured some coffee and made his way back to the living room to watch MTV and devour breakfast.

He sat down, making himself comfortable on his worn couch. Taking a bite out of his Pop Tart he cried out as the steaming contents burnt the insides of his mouth. He was even more startled when his phone rang. No one **ever** called him.

"Hello?" Chris picked up the cordless and spoke through a mouthful of strawberry and pastry.

"Hi Chris, honey."

"Mom! Hey, what's up?" Chris swallowed.

"Happy Birthday, honey," his moms voice entered his head.

"Thanks, mom," Chris replied, drinking his coffee.

"How are you doing?" her voice was ripped with concern.

"I'm as well as can be expected," Chris explained.

"Well, honey, you know there's always a place for you here," his mom told him, as she always did.

"Mom you know I'm not going to come back to Winnipeg. I can't leave Emily," Chris's eyes watered slightly as his thoughts turned to his dead girlfriend.

"Why couldn't you have had her buried here?" Chris's mom wanted him with her, in safety, with his family.

"Our home was, in Florida! I'm the only thing she's got to a living relative and I don't want to leave her. I want her with me. I'm sorry, mom, but I just don't want to live in Winnipeg." Chris was exasperated. He was fed up of having this argument and giving his reasons. His mom knew damn well that he feared for her safety, and so he wanted to keep his distance and to be alone so that he wasn't a danger to anyone.

"Ok, ok. Just as long as you know there's always a place here for you with me and your father," her voice sounded strained as if she was trying to calm herself and keep level headed. She was just as scared for Chris's life as she was.

"Thanks, mom," Chris really was truly grateful for her concern.

"Ok, hon, I've got to go. I love you, we all do," she reminded him that his family were still there for him.

"I love you all too."

"Bye Chris."

"Bye mom." He hung up.

The conversation with his mom had depressed Chris a little bit more. He missed his family, his friends, his life. He hated being alone and he hated John even more because of it. He gulped down his coffee and rose from the couch. He grabbed his jacket and keys and left his apartment to go and buy some cigarettes as he'd run out and he really needed a smoke.

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Chris opened his apartment door and lit a second cigarette. He could feel the nicotine running through his veins and it felt damn good. He discarded his jacket and a flashing light caught his eye. He looked and managed to locate the origin of the light. His answer machine. He had a voicemail! Fuck, today must be his lucky day. He clicked play and slumped down on the couch.

"You have one new message. First new message," the mechanical voice told him.

"Mr Irvine, this is Detective Inspector Hill. As I promised I would only call when something came up regarding your case, well something has come up and it's imperative that you call me immediately."

"End of messages."

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Thanks again to my reviewers!! You guys totally rock!

The next chapter will be up in an hour or so.

_Angel  
xxx_


	4. Chapter 4

**Chapter 4**

Something had come up? It had to be something important or Detective Hill wouldn't have called. Chris grabbed his cordless and pressed the speed dial for Hill's private line.

After three rings the phone was answered. "Hill."

"Hi, this is Christopher Irvine."

"Mr Irvine, thank you so much for calling me back so quickly," Hill's voice had a hint of urgency in it.

"Not a problem. What cam up?" Chris was quite anxious, he needed to know what was going on.

"Yes, that. I was calling to ask you to come down to the station as we have Mr Cena in protective custody."

Chris felt his heart physically stop. He lowered the phone from his ear as shock engulfed his body. They had John. He was safe, they had John. John had been arrested and was in police custody, they had him.

"Mr Irvine?" Chris remembered the phone in his hand.

"Th-thank you. I'll be right there."

He was already out of the door before he'd hung up the phone.

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Chris was immediately shown to Hill's office where he took a seat and waited for the detective. Within five minutes he was no longer alone.

"Thank you for coming so quickly," Hill gave an awkward smile as he shook Chris's hand. "I realize that we've gone for so long without anything and now we have Cena, it must be rather overwhelming for you." He smiled again.

"I'm fine. Can we just get on with this? Please?" Chris's voice shook, his eyes pleaded.

"Of course, follow me please," Hill moved towards the door, motioning for Chris to follow. The two men walked silently down a corridor, one followed, the other led the way. Suddenly Hill stopped and opened a door, entering a small unlit room. A man stood as the two walked in, Hill and he spoke in hushed tones as Chris stood watching the floor. He was too scared to look around.

"Mr Irvine?" Chris's head snapped up in response, his eyes locking with that of the detective's. "If you would please." Hill motioned towards a large pane of glass. Chris looked at it asnd saw what he was supposed to.

John sat on the other side of the glass, his hands were handcuffed together, resting on the table. John, like Chris, had lost his muscle and put on weight. John had also dyed his hair a vibrant shade of purple, it went perfectly with his tanned complexion. His eyes were red and puffy, he'd obviously been crying and he looked like he hadn't slept for days.

"H-how did you find him?" Chris wasn't fully aware of his own voice but he heard the question. He couldn't avert his eyes, he couldn't stop staring. He was mesmerised by John. He was filled with emotion, of contempt, hate, anger, passion, love and pain. He was torn between himself. He didn't know what to feel.

"A woman who owns a convenience store about ten blocks from you. One day this man walks into her store and she recognizes him but doesn't know where from. She goes home and sees a picture in her sons' room. Her son had been a mad fan of the WWE and TNA, but when the others were killed he was heartbroken. He explained to his mother what had happened, pointed out which one had survived and which one was the killer. The boy then ripped all his posters from his walls in a rage, except for a small picture that he keeps. Recognizing Mr Cena as the man from the store and recalling everything her son had told her, she called us. We staked out the store; next time he came in we followed him home, made sure that it was him. When we got a positive ID, we arrested him." Hill stopped then, a silence befalling the room. The explanation slowly sunk into Chris's head as he continued to stare at John.

"We searched his apartment too, of course. The walls were full of pictures of you, Emily Calloway, schedules and appearances that you were to make with TNA. There was even recent surveillance pictures of you, he was stalking you. He followed you every time you left your apartment. My guess is he was planning to finish what he started." The man finished his little psycho analysis.

Chris continued to stare at John, his eyes never wavering. He looked so beautiful. Even after all the things John had done to him, Chris could never stop loving the man, never ever. Slowly, Chris reached a hand to the glass, positioning his hand so it rested near to where John's face was.

"John," Chris breathed his name, his knees weakening. "I'd like to go now." Chris pulled his hand away from the glass and turned back to the detective who nodded and led him out.

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As soon as Chris walked into his apartment he knew there was only one place he wanted to be. He slipped off his jeans and tee shirt and went to his room. He got into his bed and pulled the sheet over his head. He didn't care that it was mid-afternoon, he wanted to sleep. Images of John in the station, bleary eyed and alone. John holding him; their lips touching, their warmth mingling and all possible emotions shot through Chris's mind, filling his head. His head buzzed as he lapsed into his first John-dreamless sleep in two years.

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Next chapter will be up in a couple of hours.

A little question to my reviewers: Would you like the Epilogue to be a part of Chapter five or should I have it as another chapter?

_Angel  
xxx_


	5. Chapter 5

**WARNING: This chapter requires Kleenex.**

**Chapter 5**

Days had passed since the arrest of John had taken place. Chris had tried his best to keep the man, and all past events from his thoughts. He had succeeded in that and the dreams of him and John had ceased. He'd got along with his life, ventured out a little more than usual but otherwise little had changed in his routine.

Chris had just been grocery shopping and was cautiously opening the door, trying not to drop his bags. The sight that welcomed him as he opened the door, caused him to drop every single one, scattering the contents across the floor.

"Took your time didn't you?" The question was asked in a cool, casual manner as if there was nothing unusual about their current situation.

"What are you doing here?" Chris's words were barely audible but they were heard by the recipient.

"You know I can escape anything," again cool and casual. Chris stared at the man in his apartment, trying to read his features but failing. John's eyes burned into Chris like fire, and Chris could feel them eating into his soul.

"So what? Are you going to kill me now? Finish the job while you still can?" Chris's voice was strong and brave but inside he was terrified of the possibilities.

"No actually. I've come to apologize, to try to make amends. I know, I know, I can't make up for all the lives I've taken or the things I've done. I can't even justify them because I don't have a reason for them. I want you to know I'm sorry. It's not much and hell it's not enough for what I've done but it's a start. I'm going to burn for what I've done and I can't change anything but I am sorry. I'm fucked up seriously and I need help. But before I get that help I need you to know I'm sorry, I need you to believe me when I tell you that I regret everything I've done. I wish I could give you a reason for the way I acted. I wish I could give you a reason for the way I acted. I need you to know that and I need you to believe me, please Chris. I shouldn't have done those things, I shouldn't have hurt you. I'm sorry, I truly am, please, believe me. You know me, Chris, look at me and believe me."

The two men were now face to face, within arms reach of each other. John minimised that distance by reaching out a hand and touching Chris's face, wiping away a stray tear with his thumb. Despite everything, Chris leaned his head into John's hand and closed hi eyes, relishing the touch he'd longed for. Chris kissed John's thumb lightly, needing to taste part of him before he spoke.

"John, what you have done to me is unforgivable and truly unforgettable. You killed my girlfriend, she was pregnant, did you know that?" John shook his head. "You killed my child. You shattered my career, my life and my heart. And for those things I will hate you eternally. You tried to kill me and it hurt me so much. The pain I suffer is here," Chris grabbed hold of 

John's hand and placed it over his heart, holding it in place. "I never dreamt that I could feel the way I do. The pain and heartache I have suffered can be matched by _no one_. I need you to know that what you have done to me, my family, to my life. You ruined everything. I didn't think it was possible to hate anyone as much as I hate you."

Both men were now crying silent tears. John's hand dropped from Chris's face but his other was held over Chris's heart. Chris's voice was strong and clear but the tears managed to warp it slightly.

"After everything you have to me, you would expect me to cut your tongue out for even considering apologizing to me. Anything less just wouldn't be acceptable. But you know me, and you know me well. I don't do anything buy the book. As a matter-of-fact, I accept you apology though I don't forgive you. I believe that you're sorry and that you regret what you have done. When you love someone as much as I love you, apologies should be accepted."

"You still love me?" John's voice wavered and shook considerably, his eyes growing in surprise, his face stained in tears.

"With all my heart," Chris replied, his eyes locked John's, his own tears flowing freely.

John leaned forwards bringing his lips to Chris's, his free hand moving to the back of Chris's head, pulling him in. Chris kissed John hungrily, taking as much of his taste into his mouth as possible. Chris moved his hand from over John's and snaked it up around John's back, rubbing concentric circles into the nape of his neck. Both moved into one another, moaning slightly, their tongues clashing, their bodies mingling. They became one solid mass, totally intertwined, taking each other back in. Chris's scent filled John's nostrils, John's taste filled Chris's mouth. Neither wanted to let go, neither wanted to be separate. They wanted to be like this forever but both knew that it wasn't possible. John's caressed Chris's back as Chris continued to massage John's neck.

A loud and very unsuspecting bang interrupted their bliss, causing them to separate and move apart. Another bang came as the door broke from its lock, swinging open and slamming into the wall. Things became slow motion from then on. Shouts filled the room as a few men piled in through the doorway. They were shouting at John and Chris, causing chaos and confusion. Suddenly a gun was fired and things resumed to normal speed.

The bullet sped towards John, a perfect aim straight for the heart. Chris heard a screamed protest from his own vocal chords and he felt himself move. A huge force propelled Chris to the floor, a pain seared through his torso as he slammed onto his back.

"No!" John shouted and sank to his knees, pulling Chris to him. He held one arm round Chris's shoulders and the other hand went to the wound on his chest. There was too much blood for him to be able to stop, but he applied pressure anyway.

"C'mon Chris. Please. You can get through this, of course you can. Look at all the shit I've put you through, this is nothing." Huge sobs took over John as he tried to save Chris. The cops that were in the room couldn't do anything, instead they just watched.

"Oh God. Please Chris! Stay with me please." Chris's eyelids began to droop, his head lulled backwards and his life began to slip away. With all the strength he had he gripped John's arm. "I- I- I love you, Chris." John whispered the words just as Chris left the mortal world, dying in his arms. "NO!" John screamed it this time. His grip on Chris's shoulders tightened as he lowered his head to Chris's chest. He barely even noticed the blood on his face as he rocked back a forth, retaining his firm hold on the man he loved.


	6. Epilogue

**Epilogue**

The room was an uncomfortable, sterile white. The only light in the room came from the florescent glow of the overhead strip light. In the centre of the room, a metal cast bed was positioned.

On the bed lay John Cena. He was clothed in white cotton pyjamas, his feet bare. He lay quiet and still. His body jolted slightly as the door opened and a woman entered.

"How are you feeling today, Mr Cena?" the woman's voice sang.

"He loved me, you know," John cooed at her, his arms and legs pulling on the leather restraints that held him to his bed.

"I'm sure he did," the woman checked the bed and then left.

"You don't understand! He loved me. He really, really, really loved me! After everything, he still loved me!" Even though John was alone he still spoke. A smile spread over his lips as he wriggled around on his bed pulling the restraints.

"He loved me, he really did! He died for me, you know. Died because he loved me. He's in heaven now, with the angels. Hmmmm, he was an angel. He was my angel. My Chris angel, and he loved me sooo much!" John's shouts became more frantic and loud, and soon they turned into ravings caused by hysteria.

"He loved me, nobody else, just me. He didn't love her as much. Noooo, Chrisy loved me!"

The door to the room reopened and a nurse walked in.

"He loved ME!" John said again as the nurse approached his bed. "HE LOVED ME!" John cried at her. She pulled out a needle and moved towards John's arm with it. "What are you doing? Ow, ow... Ouch!" John voiced his discomfort as he was injected with a sedative. The nurse then left him alone again to shout at nothing but the walls.

"He loved me, he loved me, he loved me, he loved me, he loved me. ME, me, me! HE LOVED ME! No body else, nope. No one but me. Just me, me, me, he loved me. He did, he did, he did. Yep. HE. LOVED. ME..." the sedative took hold of John, shutting down his body and forcing him into unconsciousness.

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**No WWE or TNA Superstars were harmed during the making of this trilogy. They are all alive and well and living happy lives... I hope.**

Now I'm sad... This trilogy is my baby, and probably my best work EVER... and now it's come to an end.

A big thank you goes out to my reviewers: Tina (stay in touch girl!), Mosvie 2K8, Animal Luvr 4 Life and HBKJHardy... without you guys I don't think I would have continued with this, so thank you again for all your wonderful reviews.

_Angel  
_xxx


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